Give It Time

How do I move

     When moving hurts?

How do I feel

     When pain dominates?

Is there another side

     Where I can linger – in solitude or in grief?

Agony, etched across the whole of me

     Claiming thoughts and joy.

How do we turn it

To start freedom up again?

I wander amid thorns and broken glass

     Time is foe and friend…

She is persistent, yet fickle

She speeds and she slows...

But time is necessary

    To ease and heal...

To live and to love...

Give it time.